A Bright Cold Day On Liberty Avenue

I just came back from Little Italy. I bought a small package of chicken drumsticks at the supermarket for my crock pot and then I stopped at Armand’s for a couple of beers. I sat on my high stool at the bar next to the big window and watched Liberty Avenue. The sun was bright on the avenue and I knew it was around 32 degrees. Winter is on the way to The ‘Burgh.

A college football sports show was on the television at my end of the bar. I remembered that Pitt played later today.

Tony Cacalano came into the bar. He’s older than I am. He’s in his 80s. I’m 68. He is also a recognized fine arts painter. I’ve seen his paintings in a gallery on Liberty Avenue and on the web, very much pop-abstract. Vivid colors. I like his work. I wish I could afford to buy some. It would be a good investment. His paintings use to sale for thousands of dollars. I’m not making this up. Google him. Now his paintings sale for only around a hundred dollars or less. But he keeps painting because he’s a painter.

That’s who he is. That’s what he does. Tony is one of my heroes.

This barber shop is on the other side of the avenue from Armand’s. The photo was taken in warm weather.

Tony and I talked. I got a six-pack and caught a bus to get back to my workstation and to catch the Panthers on the radio. I refuse to get another television. I get so much more work done without a television. And besides, I have my computer.

Hail to Pitt!

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